all my clothes are paint clothes. It's pathetic.
it has been a week. I don't ever want to re-do this week. Ever. I kept joking to everyone who helped me with this massive house re-no about going into business flipping houses.
And it's not funny. Not funny at all.You know what was funny? Every time someone new came into the house, it was all like,
"Quick! Someone's coming! Stop what you're doing and hoist up your pants!"
It's why overalls were invented. Serious.
I have been up and down and in and out of this house. If this house were a person, I would be its proctologist. With a really big ring.
But today? I am happy to report, that my job is done. Mostly. Sooo close. Appliances got put in today, and the carpet is going in as we speak.
And since I don't do carpet, and painting and touch ups whilst the carpet gets put in is generally frowned upon, I get to totally chill.
After my dishes get done, the floor gets swept of a week's worth of food, the Mt. Everest of laundry piles gets started on, and so on and so forth.
I need a nap. And then a nap to recover from that nap.
I cannot wait to show you the "other" house-- but since I need to wait on that one more day. . .
let's talk about what I would be doing. You know, if I wasn't remodeling an entire freaking house allatonce. (that master bathroom was a real B. It really was.)
Bam. I caved and totally got myself a kreg jig like Ana White always talks about.
Used it on my last couple of building projects and I like it a lot. ("I like you Mary. I like you a lot.")
Speaking of Ana--
I had to support her and buy her book. Got a couple of projects earmarked, too.
And finally? What I would be doing if I weren't killing myself to complete a house?
Finally got myself a router. And I am so excited. Assuming that I ever, EVER want to work on anything ever again. I'll go nap, now.